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Pain. 

That's the last thing he remembers. 

A lot of fucking pain. 

And the fucking green homeless bitches' laugh. 

That psychotic, fear-inducing laugh. 

He remembers what happened, he remembers everything. 

He remembers Dream approaching him, grabbing him. 

Beating him. 

He remembers seeing Wilbur, Mexican Dream, and Schlatt for a brief period of time. 

He can still feel it, the feeling of being stitched back together. 

Like someone quite literally tied strings to him, pulling him up. 

He remembers feeling like he was being suffocated, being pulled everywhere and anywhere at once. 

He knows he heard mumbling, though it sounded like a different language. Almost like speaking the words of enchantments. 

And now? 

He's being blinded by a bright ass light, and hearing a whole lot of unknown noises he's not used to. 

"What the fuck?" are his choice of words, seemingly the only thing he needs to say in order to explain his massive confusion. 

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"What the fuck?" 
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After getting his senses under control from being dead, he sits up and takes in his surroundings. That's when he realized, 'This doesn't look like the SMP at all.' 

As Tommy sat in an unfamiliar place, one thought crossed his mind: "Where the actual fuck am I?" He took a second to process that it was no longer a thought, since he said that out loud. He looked around at the place he was sitting in. It was an alleyway, he knew that much. 

He realized he was sitting on his tail, the pain of it finally registering. Tommy got turned into a hybrid during exile, by one of Dream's "punishments" as he put it. The bastard found a book that can give non-human parts to a human, and decided that the teen was the perfect guinea pig. He gave Tommy demon horns and a tail, saying that "It looks so natural, Tommy! Like it was meant to be!". The younger blonde never believed it, but hey, what was he able to do about it? Jack shit. 

Deciding to leave the alleyway, he stood up, stretching out his back. He only had the privilege of one eye, the other blind from Dream. He had gotten too close to one of the explosions during exile, causing him to go partially blind. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he purposely got close to it, hoping it'd kill him. He took a quick moment to analyze himself, and he realized two things: 
1.) He looked fucking sad. 
and 
2) There's now a random ass white streak in his hair. 

He huffed to himself, not understanding the new hair color, but brushed it off. He looked towards the direction of the road, and the people walking. He noted how... different these people dressed to the way people dressed back home. 

After realizing that standing in an alleyway and looking at the road looked sketchy as fuck, he left the alleyway. As he walked, he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. That's when he realized that there wasn't a word of the English language anywhere. 

'Japanese it seems.' he concluded, recalling those language lessons Phil forced them through when he was younger. Back before L'Manberg was a thought. The Ancient one always told them that "Just wait, one day, you're going to need this knowledge. And then you're going to thank me.". Well, not that Phil will ever be aware of it, but Tommy did briefly thank the man for those lessons, even though they were boring as fuck. 

He looked around for anyone that didn't seem too busy, hoping to get his location. His gaze landed on a person that looked a few years older than him, with white hair and semi-formal looking attire. He approached the person, tapping their shoulder. When the person turned to him, he internally cursed himself for having to dig through his brain for Phil's old lessons. 

He nervously chuckled and tried his Japanese, the British accent still there while speaking the foreign words. "U-um, d-do-" he paused, forming the words in his head. "What city is this?" he asked, the words shaky from lack of practice. It seems like it worked though, because he smiled and replied, trying to keep the sentence simple. "You're in Yokohama." the white haired guy answered. 

Tommy nodded at the information and looked around, keeping an eye out for anything that resembled a hotel. He turned back to the person, asking another question. "Hotel here?" he asked, noting that he'll have to brush up on his Japanese after he finds a place. The person nodded and pulled out their phone, looking for somewhere to send the blonde teen. 

After a minute, the white haired adult looked at Tommy. He paused, looking for a simple way to phrase his sentence. "Yes, can I write the address?" he asked, hoping the teen understood. Said teen nodded, looking through his pockets for a paper. He found a small piece, handing it to the person. After the person finished writing the address and giving basic directions, Tommy started to walk off.

Before he could get far though, the guy stopped him. He pulled out a card that had an address on it, handing it to the blonde. "If you need anything, this is my work place. My name's Atsushi." he explained. Tommy nodded and took the card, before sending him a smile. He replied as best he could. "Tha- Thank you. I'm Tommy." he said, introducing himself. 

The ma- Atsushi smiled and waved as the blonde walked off. Once he was out off eyesight, Atsushi's smile disappeared, replaced by concern. 'I wonder how he got all those scars.' he thought, remembering the boys face, which had a questionable amount of wrong on it. There was just something that unsettled Atsushi when he saw him, like he could feel what the kid had been through. 

While Tommy looked for the hotel, Atsushi made it back to the office after his lunch break. Though, he couldn't forget about the boy, and amount of dullness in his eyes. He must've been thinking for a while, because Kunikida interrupted his thoughts. "Are you okay Atsushi? He seem to be bothered by something." Just then, a certain brown-haired suicidal maniac walked into the room, agreeing with Kunikida. "Yeah Atsushi, I was starting to get worried~" he said, sporting an over dramatic look of worry. 

Atsushi sighed and looked at his co-workers, telling them about the encounter. "Uh-yeah, I met a foreigner today." he started, getting an eyebrow raise from Kunikida. "A foreigner, huh? You don't see those often." he commented. Atsushi nodded and continued. "He asked where he was, but that's not what bothered me. He had scars, and you could see the way he held himself, almost as if he had heavy weight on his shoulders. And his eyes, there was a certain dullness to them that bothered me." he said, stopping himself before he could rant. 

This peaked Dazai's (suicidal maniac) interest. This also concerned Kunikida. If it had worried Atsushi that much, then maybe something's wrong. Dazai pulled up a chair next to Atsushi's desk, and plopped himself into it. "Well? Do tell of the experience." he insisted. Atsushi sighed but reluctantly nodded his head. He started to tell his side of the story. "I was out on my lunch break, like usual, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. The kid, he was no more than 17. He started talking to me, in Japanese. The way he spoke, it was like he knew the language, but hasn't spoken it in a while, so it shaky but understandable." 

Atsushi paused, recollecting his thoughts before he continued. "He asked where he was, which was weird. How could you not know where you are? He had an accent, too. It was a British one, I think. Anyways, after I told him he was in Yokohama, he started looking around. That's another thing I noticed, he was always watching his surroundings, and it looked like he was constantly on guard. He also had non-human features." he stopped, recalling the boys' demon traits. 

Kunikida sat up in his chair even more. "What do you mean non-human features?" he inquired, looking at the white haired adult. Atsushi sat up in his seat as well, using his hands to make gestures representing his features. "I mean it like that. He had demon horns and a demon tail, I also noticed that his canine's were sharp. Like insanely sharp." "You sure it wasn't fake?" Dazai asked, wondering about the kid and his possible whereabouts. Atsushi shook his head. "No, none of it was fake. His tail moved. Like it was just a normal thing for him, like it was a part of his body." 

This was interesting to the two older adults, considering that people don't usually show up with abilities as a hybrid. Dazai wanted to meet the kid himself. "So... do you know where the kid went?" he inquired. Atsushi nodded. "Yeah, he wanted to know about hotels around, so I gave him the address of the one on 42nd. I don't know if he's there, but that's the only place he might be." he explained.

Dazai nodded his head, dumb smile appearing on his face. Kunikida immediately became stern. "Dazai, we are not, and I repeat, NOT showing up to that kids' room." the walking planner said, standing up and crossing his arms. Dazai's face went from dumb to an over-dramatic sad face. "But whyyyy? Why can't I go see the kid Atsushi is sooo hung up on? Who knows? He might be fun!" the brown haired male reasoned.

Atsushi sighed at the drama about to unfold between Dazai and Kunikida. He only hoped the kid made it safely to the hotel. 

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'You've got to be fucking kidding me.'

The kid has not, in fact, made it to the hotel safely.

Nope.

The kid, is now being robbed.

Er-

Well, someone's attempting to rob him. Key word attempting. Which isn't going well for the robber. Nope. Not going well at all. And Big Man Tommy has gracefully decided to release himself from the guy's hold and educate him on proper ethics of robbing. The guy held him with his chest up against the wall, keeping Tommy's hands held against his back. The knife the guy held was so dull that Tommy took it as an insult.

Tommy's tail was still free, so Tommy was able to feel around behind him and get a general idea of where the guy's legs are behind him. Within a moments notice, he wrapped his tail around the guys leg and pulled his tail towards him, effectively throwing the guy off balance. He then took the moment of confusion to turn around and snatch the (insultingly) dull knife from the guy, and pushed him to the ground. 

When Mr. Robber was down, Tommy got on top of him, placing his knees on the guys' arms, just above the elbow, and put all of his weight on his knees. He brought the knife up to the guys neck as a threat, bringing his voice into a low growl. "What the fuck do you think think you're doing?" Mr. Robber surprisingly understood. He stuttered through his sentence. "I-I'm sorry! Just don't hurt me man!" he tried, speaking fluent english. Tommy decided to mess with the man before educating him. 

Voice still low, he brought the knife to barely neck the guys' neck, making sure he understood the 'danger' he was in. "I should gut you, right here and now. No one would notice anything." Which was true. The alleyway was dark, and with the way it looked, crime probably happen here a lot. So nobody would bat an eyelash if a struggle was heard. The man weakly protested, the blonde momentarily drowning out his pleas.

Tommy took the moment to look the man over, taking note of some choice scars and tattoos. 'Most likely part of a mafia of some sort, given the location, scars, tattoos, and choice of clothing. He dresses too nice to be a simple wrong'un.' he concluded. He decided to voice his thoughts. "You're part of some mafia or group, aren't you?" he questioned, knife still touching the guy's throat. 

The guy's breath hitched, surprised to be found out so easily. "H-how'd you know?" Tommy lightly nodded his head at the confirmation before responding. "Simple, you dress too nice, and some of your scars and tattoos are too specific to be accidents or impulsively driven." he explained. "But your mugging method is all over the place. Highly unreliable." he informed, momentarily stunning the robber beneath him. 

"W-wut?" was Mr. Robber's only reply, which sounded quite dumb in Tommy's opinion. Said blonde sighed before standing up and offering a hand to the guy beneath him. "Look, if you're gonna be robbin' people, you gotta do it right. Otherwise it's an insult." he started as the other guy got up. Then, Big Man Tommy began his lecture. "There are rules to the ethics of robbing, and I have so graciously decided to teach you." the robber nodded at his words, still seemingly confused.

"Rule number 1: Sharpness. No one's gonna take you seriously with this dull fuckin' knife you got here." he preached, waving the guys' knife around lazily. "I recommend sharpening it before your next attempt at mugging." he tipped. "Rule number 2- Hey! You should be taking notes." he informed after glancing at the guy. The blonde pulled a notebook out of seemingly thin air and threw it at Mr. Robber.

Said robber fumbled with the notebook and opened it, looking back at Tommy. The blonde nodded. "Right! Rule number 2: Scare tactics." he said, pausing for some type of dramatic effect. "Scare tactics are very important. Wake sure your grab is quick and swift. When people are confused or don't know what's going on, they get scared. And when they get scared, they become willing, and that's when you make the demand." he provided, the worst leaving a small bitter taste on his tongue. Dream had spoken those words once during exile, when he showed up in the middle of the night and hurriedly woke him up, demanding the blonde's things as soon as he opened his eyes.

Tommy had asked why he did that later that day, to which the masked man's words were "I had to make sure you weren't hiding anything, and I knew that if I came out of nowhere and scared you, you would hand it over." Tommy then made sure to never keep any of his secret belongings on or around him, so that way he wouldn't accidentally reveal and hand them over. 

[30 minutes later]

Tommy happily waved to the mugger as he was walking away, fresh thoughts about proper mugging methods through said muggers' head. The blonde didn't make a move to leave, however, his tail slightly swaying side to side in irritation. "I don't enjoy being watched." he called out in Japanese, seemingly talking to thin air. Then a figure stepped out of  the shadows, clad in formal attire and fedora, jacket draped around his shoulders. 

Tommy noted that he was short, a ginger, and had striking deep blue eyes. Tommy also noted the gloves, though he didn't find any specific reason as to why those drew his attention, his gut said that they weren't there for looks. Said stranger chuckled, and spoke back. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Not many people know when they're being watched.". 

The taller blonde rolled his eyes and replied. "I had more then enough experience being stalked." he said nonchalantly. He then glared at the man. "Now who the fuck are you?" he very politely asked. The ginger took note of the statement, more questions running through his head. He then smirked and answered the boys question. 

"You can call me Chuuya." 

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"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE DREAM?!" 

This wasn't supposed to happen. 

No, no. It's all wrong.

He's not here, he's supposed to be here.

He did the ritual, so where is he?

another punch. 

He's stuck. 

In his head.

He did the ritual.

And he knows it worked. 

But,

Where is Tommy's body? 

It disappeared, out of thin air. 

a kick. 

He can hear Quackity screaming at him, questioning the same thing. 

The brat was supposed to come back.

Why isn't he back?

Where did he go? 

the sound of metal scraping.

Is that Sam in the background?

Doesn't matter.

The kid disappeared.

Which means that he can't control him. 

he tries to keep quiet when he feels the metal digging into his skin. 

And he doesn't like the sound of that. 

when is Quackity going to stop. 

He's alive, that he knows.

He doesn't know where. 

he feels Quackity grabbing a hold of his hair. 

Which is the problem.

If he doesn't know where the brat is, he can't maintain control.

And he was supposed to be in control.

No matter what. 

Now, he had to locate the kid.

But he can't do that in here. 

the pain of his head being harshly shoved against the obsidian explodes across his skull.  

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"What do you mean, you don't know?" 

Quackity didn't know how to word something like this to Tubbo, but he was going to lay it down gently. "W-what I mean is, that, Tubbo, we don't think Tommy's gonna be able to come back." he replied reluctantly, unsure how the young president would react. 

Tubbo started chuckling, shaking his head. "I'll admit, you almost got me." he denied, small smile on his face until he realized that Quackity had a look mixed with exhaustion, heartbreak, and devastation. His smile dropped. "You're- you're serious?" the younger questioned, hoping the man in front of him would say it was a prank. 

A tear slipped from Quackity's eye, his response wavering. "I'm- I'm serious, Tubbo. Dre-Dream said that- said that he tried to revive him. That his body disappeared, but never re-appeared. I tried everything to get the bastard to say he was lying, but he looked so caught up in his own head that I- I don't think even he knows where Tommy is." he explained, more tears appearing. 

Quackity has always thought of Tommy as one of his own, and admitting out loud that Tommy's nowhere to be seen was like a stab to the heart. He felt something hard hit his chest, a pair of arms wrapping around him tightly. He looked down and saw Tubbo, who was quietly sniffling. "Please, please, Q. Don't tell me he's gone for good." the older male sighed and hugged the teen back, rubbing his back. "I'm sorry, querido, but I don't know what else to say." he comforted. 

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The Syndicate decided to hold a meeting, for what reason, I don't know. Towards the end of the meeting, Ranboo pulled Technoblade and Ph1lza over to the side. When questioned, Ranboo stuttered out his reasoning. "W-well you know how, uh, how Dream beat Tommy to death?" he questioned, receiving a nod from both males, Techno's gaze hardening slightly at the mention of the Blonde. 

"What about it?" the shortest out of the three, Phil, asked. Ranboo gulped, "They're- they're saying that Dream revived him, but his body disappeared and can't be found. And there's no-" he paused, trying to remember what they said. "That there's no ghost of Tommy." he finished, looking at the two males. 

Techno, seemingly unbothered, couldn't help but worry a little even though he won't show it. Phil on the other hand, looked slightly concerned. "So, there's no trace of Tommy? Nowhere?" he questioned, getting a nod from the bi-colored male. "They're saying that Dream doesn't even have an idea of where he is." said male confirmed. 

Techno grunted and looked at Ranboo. "Is that all?" he asked, getting a nod from Ranboo. 'D-do they not care at all?' Ranboo wondered, watching as the two males walked away. Ranboo couldn't help but pity them. 'If they couldn't be bothered to care about someone they've known practically his whole life, what's the point of Tommy worrying about them so much?' he internally questioned. 

He could still remember the nights he found Tommy on top of someone's roof, silently crying over his family. On those nights, Ranboo would grab a couple blankets and sit up there with him, just to give him someone to lean on. Hardly any words were spoken during these times, but they built a bond over the silence, looking out to the stars and the moon. He only hoped that Tommy was somewhere away from here, doing okay. He also hoped that Tommy could heal while he wasn't here, away from the reminders of everything. 

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Puffy heard the news, and started looking through Tommy's old journals, hoping for some sign of where he might be. She found none, but she hoped he was doing well where he was. 

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Niki and Jack seemed unaffected. Jack was happy the little bastard was gone, but Niki couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He was a kid, after all. 

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Ghostbur started looking everywhere, keeping Blue in hand in case he actually found Tommy. Together, him and Friend decided that they were going to search the entire SMP to find his little brother. 

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Ranboo started sitting on rooftops every night, looking at the stars. It became a regular in his nighttime activities, Tubbo was supportive in his decisions and warned Ranboo not to go sleeping on random people's rooftops. 

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Phil reminisced of his times taking care of the boys, realizing that most of his memories were taking care of Techno. He felt guilty, understanding the he was not the best father the Wilbur and Tommy. And that night, for the first time in a while, he prayed. He prayed to the Godess of Death to watch over Tommy, keeping him safe. 

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Technoblade sat in his room, reading Greek mythology.  He was content. That is, until he came across the story of Theseus. He sighed, the voices wouldn't keep quiet about Tommy, wondering where he was. "Theseus...where did you go?" he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes. 

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Tubbo looked through is old keepsakes of the past. Remembering the shenanigans they pulled throughout their years on the SMP. He sighed tiredly. 'Please, please be okay. And please come home.' he pleaded internally. 

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Fundy looked at the stars, too. After Wilbur went insane, Tommy would sit with him and look at the stars, humming little tunes to the fox. The orange haired nephew brought his knees to his chest, resting his chin comfortably on them. Tommy always told him to look at the stars if he wasn't there, because he would be looking at them too. So there he sat, gazing at the stars and humming the same tunes Tommy had hummed to him before. 

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"You can call me Chuuya." 

*:･ﾟ*+ﾟ  

Tommy nodded, filing the name away for later. "Alright. I'm Tommy. And I'm assuming that Mr. Robber was an associate of yours? I mean, you dress the same, and I doubt that you would've watched me for that long without some type of agenda." the blonde concluded, drawing a chuckle from the ginger. Before he could respond, the blonde made another statement. "I bet that you're probably one of the higher ups in the group, you have an air of confidence that only cocky people have." 

The ginger raised an eyebrow before responding. "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure about it?" he questioned. Tommy sighed and looked off to the side, "Because I was like that at some point." he answered, staring off to the distance. Chuuya thought he looked as if he didn't wan't to remember what he was thinking about. The boy's eyes became glossed and unfocused, as if he was in another world in his head. 

The shorter of the two (Chuuya) furrowed his eyebrows. 'Someone that young shouldn't have a look like that in his eyes, the look of someone who's got nothing to live for. It's like that one tall bastard's look, and I don't like it.' he thought, coming to a decision. He walked up to the boy, snapping his fingers a little ways from the boy's face to snap him out of his trance. 

The blonde blinked for a moment, reconnecting with reality before looking at the ginger. "The fuck you want?" he asked, defense mechanism coming through his words. Chuuya noted the blonde's change in tone but said nothing about it. "Nothing." he replied, before speaking again. "I was just wondering if you'd like to stay at my place, considering you're new here." he finished, looking at the boy to gauge his reaction. 

Said blonde paused, looking as if someone presented him with a lifetime deal. His eyes were slightly widened, and mouth opening in closing in shock, not knowing what to say. Why should he go with him? Tommy just met the guy, lightly insulted him, and now said guy is inviting him to stay over? That's when the blonde decided that Japanese people were weird, and he was glad none of them were in the SMP. 

He paused his train of thought. The SMP. Shroud. Tubbo. The other people that don't really like him but have to deal with him. Puffy. And Dream. That green, homeless teletubby son of a bitch. Tommy started to worry. Is Shroud okay? What about Tubbo? Puffy? Fundy? Ranboob? He didn't want to know what those reactions were. He imagined them hearing the news. "Hey, by the way, Tommy died because the green bitch decided to beat him to death with a fucking potato. But then was revived, but we have no idea where he is, because apparently he was transported into another world where people speak a foreign language, have these things that look like hyper-energetic minecarts, and there's tall ass buildings everywhere that somehow have yet to be blown up." yeah, no. He didn't think some people handled the news too well. 

Tommy shook himself from his thoughts, lightly scowling at the ginger. "Why? You wouldn't benefit anything from it." he questioned skeptically, the diamond of his tail raising slightly. Said ginger took note of his words and the way his tail responded, which was a whole other mystery in its self. 'I wonder if that's an ability, or the aftermath of something different.' the mafioso internally questioned. 

He sighed before looking up at the teen, placing his hands into the pockets of his pants. He saw the way the teens good eye immediately darted to his hands when he moved them, how he barely tensed, as if expecting to be attacked. To most people, it wouldn't mean anything, but in Chuuya's line of work, he knows what it means. And with this kid, he's seeing nothing but red flags going off in his head, which shouldn't be something a kid like him should be doing. As soon as he saw the kid earlier, something of interest flared inside of him. 

The interest only grew as he watched the kid free himself from the muggers' hold, then proceeded to teach him how to rob. Chuuya made a mental note to chat with the subordinate later on, seeing as he shouldn't be getting out-maneuvered and taught by a kid who looked to be scrawny. The robber was lucky that Mori wasn't here, or he would've had an immediate death sentence. 

He sighed and looked up at the kid. "I don't have to be gaining anything from it to help someone, do I?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. He briefly wondered what this kid had been through in order to develop his thought process. He noticed the scars, some too precise to be accidents, though he didn't focus on them, not wanting to possibly offend the kid or get a negative reaction. 

This kid, in a way, reminded him of himself. Untrustworthy, knew too much at a young age, always alert, always on guard. Chuuya didn't like it, especially after hearing the blonde's next words. "Yes, because someone always has something to gain. Loyalty, information, protection, it's always something. And I'm not too trusting of wrong'uns that come out of alleyways and say 'Hey kid, come stay at my place, for free, and don't worry about owing anything!'. Sounds shady." the blonde scowled. 

Chuuya shrugged, turning around and walking away. "Not saying you have to, it's just an offer. I can tell you have no place to stay, so I figured why not try?" he explained, pausing at the end of the alley. "You can follow if and stay with me if you want, or not, doesn't mean much to me." he finished, leaving the alley. Tommy stood there a second, stunned. He listed the pros and cons in his head. Deciding that pros sounded better than cons, he walked out of the alleyway after Chuuya. 

The ginger didn't say anything, and he adorned a small smirk at the boy's choice. He noticed that the kid stayed a small distance away, but close enough to follow him. After a few minutes of walking, Chuuya cleared his throat and ask if the boy was hungry, unknowingly startling the boy from his not-so-bright thoughts. Tommy looked up and realized how hungry he was, and replied with a small "sure". 

After finding a place to eat, the two sat down and ordered some food. There were many names and styles he didn't recognize at all, it was very different than the food from the SMP. He asked for some chicken fried rice when it was his turn. While waiting, Chuuya figured he could find out more about this mystery blonde in front of him. He cleared his throat again, and asked some questions. 

The blonde looked up curiously, raising an eyebrow. "How old are you?" Chuuya asked, making the blonde stop for a moment to genuinely think about the question. "Um, sev- seventeen? (17)" he said unsure, which partially concerned Chuuya. 'He doesn't know how old he is?' the ginger thought. He concluded that something was definitely wrong with the kid in front of him. 

While the ginger was thinking about that, Tommy was currently trying to remember how old he is. 'I know that I'm like, shit at math, but I should be able to figure it out. Exiled at 11, spent 5 years there. That would make me 15? Or 16? Damn you Wilbur, teaching me politics instead of math. It's bullshit. So then, I escape, Dream gets mad and starts being a bigger bitch. So by then, my birthday would've passed, right? Shit, what's the date?' he stops his train of thought to irritably tug at a few strands of his hair. 'Limbo fucked me up too, 3 months my ass.' he sighed, effectively giving up with his tail wrapping around his ankle, a grounding method. 

Chuuya couldn't help but smirk at the teen's troubled expression. "You good? You look heavily constipated." he lightly joked with the hint of insult, wondering how the kid would take it. Tommy gasped in what might or might not be real offense or mock offense, flipping the ginger off. "Ay, fuck you midget, I do not look like that." he replied. 'The sheer audacity.' the blonde thought, pride wounded. 

Now, if there's something Chuuya has in common with the short population, it's the dislike of being called or the insinuation that he's short. He stood up and scoffed, placing his hands on the table and glaring at the teen smugly sitting across from him. "I am not a fucking midget, you goddamn raccoon!" The teen in question, snorted and rolled his eyes, happy to have found a button to push. "Yeah sure, fucking dwarf." he replied, leaning back into his chair with a smirk. 

Even with his ego wounded, the ginger was also happy to have found something non-depressing to think about when it came to the teen. He couldn't help but smirk again as the blonde let out an offended scoff after realizing the second part of the sentence. "And I'm not a fuckin' raccoon! Why does everyone say that?" the blonde threw his hands up in exasperation. 

"Maybe because you're the enigma of a raccoon." 

"No I am not!" 

"Y'know, the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for all of us." 

"The fuck are you on about?!" 

"That you're a raccoon." 

"Y'know what? FUCK YOU BI-" 

(One broken table, an argument, and being banned from the restaurant later) 

Now walking down the road, side-by-side this time, our favorite duo had an awkward silence fall over them. Tommy, being the ever-so-mature-one he is, cleared his throat. "That shit was your fault, y'know." he commented. Chuuya chuckled and raised an eyebrow, glancing at the teen on his left. "But I'm not the one who flipped the table, was I?" he countered. 

The culprit scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I was legally obligated to retaliate against your verbal assault on me." he replied, mock seriousness painting his features. Chuuya let out a small disbelieving laugh at the blonde's reply. "Legally obligated? Verbal assault? You're kidding me, right?" he chuckled. The blonde shrugged, rolling with it. "Yes, really. I might even have a nightmare about it now." he joked lightly, watching a cat that had started chasing some mice. 

Tommy was suddenly hit with a wave of tiredness. 'Damn, seems like limbo really did have an effect on me.' he sighed to himself, disliking the particular predicament. Then he realized, "We didn't even get our fuckin food!" this day was not merciful to the TommyInnit community. Not one bit. 

After hearing the blondes words, Chuuya realized that as well. "Shit." was all he said, pausing to think for a moment. "We can eat when we get to my place." the ginger responded, to which the teen nodded his head in agreement. 

*:･ﾟ*+ﾟ 

When they reached the Port Mafia building, Chuuya paused. He cursed to himself and grit his teeth. 'How the hell am I gonna get him in without Boss seeing?' he internally questioned. He did not want Mori's claws reaching for this kid, especially not now. It was late enough, so Chuuya took a peak inside. "Not that many people." he whispered to himself before turning to the teen. 

"How good are you at moving undetected?" the ginger asked, confusing the blonde. Said blonde shrugged and replied. "Pretty good, why?" he asked. The smaller of the sighed, saying that "I have to get you inside without being spotted, my boss will surely come for you if we are." to which the taller nodded in understanding. He cleared his throat, and raised his hand to see if the familiar blue screen would show up. 

The glee and relieved sigh that appeared was not something he could hide. Albeit glitching, the reliable screen showed up, patiently awaiting for the host to do something. He quickly scanned his inventory, looking for a specific item, before he finally spotting it. Lightly touching the screen in the square, the bottle of liquid appeared in his hand. Lightly swirling the liquid in bottle as he closed the inventory with a flick of the wrist from his other hand, he looked towards the ginger with a grin on his face. 

Only to burst out laughing at the completely confused looked he received. "What the hell did I just see?" said ginger in question asked. Tommy sighed, waving with his hand. "Don't worry about it. What you do need to know, is that I have the answer to our dilemma." he proudly declared. Chuuya rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips. "Okay, Einstein, mind explaining?" he sarcastically replied. 

"A) I don't know who that is. B) this here, is an invisibility potion. Makes people unable to see me." he explained, catching onto the fact that they probably don't have potions here. Chuuya nodded, muttering. "That would work." to which the blonde smirked. "Of course it would, you're only talking to the best." to which Chuuya rolled his eyes in exasperation. 

*:･ﾟ*+ﾟ 

After watching Tommy drink the potion and disappear, Chuuya opened the PM door, lingering for just enough time for Tommy to slip through but not long enough for it to seem suspicious. After dodging people and their pointless conversations, they make it to an elevator. Pressing a button for one of the top floors, which is where all the apartments for the members reside, the ginger sighs in relief as he sees the doors slide shut. He then looks over as blue particles start to fizz, realizing that Tommy is now visible again. 

Tommy lets out a low whistle, rolling his shoulders. "That was a bit close, innit?" he voiced aloud, to which the ginger responded with a small nod. Eventually they made it to the ginger's apartment, having to hide Tommy less since hardly anyone was out and about in the hallways of the apartments. When they finally made their way inside, Tommy paused in the hallway, taking in the scenery. 

"You...live here?" the blonde breathed out, amazed by the decor and appliances. The adult raised an eyebrow, setting his keys down in a small bowl placed by the door, and taking off his coat and fedora, placing them on the coat rack. "Yeah?" he replied, confused as to why the other sounds so...astonished. 

The teen, sensing his confusion, sighed. "Sorry, I just- we don't have this kind of...care when it comes to our homes or places." he briefly explained, only confusing the other even more. Chuuya, deciding that he had enough questions for the day, shrugged his shoulders. "I have an extra room you can have, if you'd like." he offered. 

Tommy, not wanting to owe more than he already does, shook his head in denial. "No that's fine, I can sleep on...this." he replied, pointing at the couch. "The couch?" the redhead asked, raising an eyebrow. "That thing's not comfortable, like at all." he replied. "Just take the room." he sighed, to which Tommy denied again. 

"Just take the room!" 

"No, I'm serious, this...couch? Yeah, this couch is fine!" 

"Take. The. Room." 

"Look, just because you're short and need a bed to make you feel a little taller, does not mean that I need a bed." 

"YOU LITTLE SHI-" 

*:･ﾟ*+ﾟ 

Tommy sighed in exasperation as he shuffled deeper under the covers of the guest bedroom. 'That fuckin' midget, Imma get him back after this, that little bitchboy-' he internally grumbled, closing his eyes to finally get some long overdue shut-eye. He only hoped that this time his sleep was nightmare-free, unlike most nights.